I have so much going on now that things are starting to slip. Some days it is so challenging to balance it all. For example yesterday, I was looking for my favorite wool sweater and I just couldn’t find it. Last night, I found it in the washing machine.
Look how cute it is. It is so small it is absurd. As a frame of comparison, I have a normal sized sweater on the left. I am actually quite impressed with how small wool gets when water hits it. What would have happened if I wore it during a rain storm?
All of this inspired me to write a ballad to my arch-enemy… the laundry. I have several evil villains in the domestic category, so I suspect that the “Ode’s” will be a recurring theme in this blog.
Ode to the laundry
This arranged marriage of necessity
Is not really working out for me
Your incessant demand for attention creates quite a calamity
The wash… the fold
It is all getting really old
You rebel with missing socks
And wool sweaters that shrink… A LOT
An unwanted wrinkle if kept waiting too long
Forces me to resort to the dreaded iron
A hidden red in a load of whites
Oh, I am on to you alright
I fantasize of having an affair
With the Wash N’ Fold in the market square
The clean smell, the happy faces
Of the patrons leaving these places
One day I’ll poke in and inquire
To free myself of this burdensome mire
The daydream of something new
Sure beats the misery of tending to you
Oh the temptation… the desire
Makes my pulse quicken, my heart afire
Yet since my wallet is thin,
I’ll find myself content with you again.
With my ball and chain I will keep my wishes at bay,
I shall toil and fold and put away
All while dreaming of a better day